So What If She’s a Nanny? After Her Divorce, She Becomes the Most Sought-After Woman in the Richest Neighborhood

It took Fang Jinyue two lifetimes to realize what it meant to be the ultimate sucker.

In her previous life, she single-handedly served nearly twenty members of her husband's family and raised the six children of his brothers.

She was on her feet all day, every day, and slept for no more than three hours a night.

But that's how the world works: the more wholeheartedly you give, the cheaper people think you are.

Her husband thought she was an old, faded woman with no charm. He wouldn't even buy her a two-yuan tea egg, yet turned around and spent 200,000 yuan on a bag for his mistress.

Her brothers-in-law and their wives called her crude, saying the children she raised couldn't all rank first in their grades.

Her parents and parents-in-law pointed at her and cursed, saying a barren woman had no right to be alive.

Even the nieces and nephews she had raised from infancy dared to call her a free nanny to her face, saying no one would care if she died.

On the day of the earthquake, she risked her life to save the whole family. She collapsed, covered in blood, amid the ruins, but not one of them looked back at her.

She breathed her last beneath the rubble.

When she opened her eyes again, Fang Jinyue had returned to five years earlier.

Looking at the faces of the people who took it for granted that they could order her around, she suddenly smiled.

She laughed at herself for being blind in her previous life, and at these people whose good days were about to end.

After divorcing her husband, she cut ties with these bloodsuckers once and for all.

Her ex-husband sneered and tossed out, “An old woman with no looks and no education. What can you do after divorce, besides beg on the street?”

Fang Jinyue ignored him.

Later, dozens of rich young men and women in City A fought over her.

“It's my turn to sleep with Mom Fang tonight!”

“That's nonsense! Mom Fang is mine!”

Just as Fang Jinyue was about to break up the fight, an arm suddenly wrapped firmly around her waist from behind, and a low, lazy voice murmured in her ear:

“Let them fight. You're mine.”